[b][u][center]Unwittingly Summoned, Part 1 For TeryxC By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] As the dust cleared and the dragon fell, the adventurers stepped forward to claim their loot. From the shadows, the dragon watched, shaking his head. [i]If I had actually been fighting, they wouldn’t have had it nearly that easy,[/i] Teryx thought, looking at them through the sheet of water that hid him from their sight. [i]They spent twenty minutes hacking at my toes, and somehow, they think that was enough to take down a water dragon…[/i] It was almost silly enough to make him laugh, and if he hadn’t been trying to avoid the conflict in the first place, he might have done. But after spending so much energy on an illusory fight and keeping up the illusion that it was his body on the ground rather than just a great big expanse of nothingness, he wasn’t about to ruin the work he’d done so far. Still, they bought into it so easily that it was almost ridiculous. The two-toned blue dragon shook his head as the adventurers – an orcish fighter, a weasel mage, and a rat rogue – worked past his ‘body’ towards the hoard that he’d left out for them. Even that was barely anything compared to what he had stashed further inside of his hide-out, but they were ooh-ing and aah-ing over it as if it were the greatest treasure of their times. [i]How did you even live long enough to get here?[/i] he wondered, shaking his head as they shoved his gold into their bags. [i]You should have died to a lot of different monsters before getting anywhere near my cave.[/i] Whatever luck had kept them safe thus far had brought them to the one dragon in the area that wasn’t going to scorch the earth to keep his treasure. If they had gone two caves left or one cave right, they would have ended up as either kindling or a puddle of acid, respectively. Here? Teryx sighed. [i]I’m too nice,[/i] he thought as the weasel pulled out a watery orb of power from the treasure pile. [i]Too nice by half.[/i] Still, at least it kept him from having to deal with the healing process after a fight. There’d been no need to spend days recovering from wounds ever since he started just giving up bits and pieces of his treasure. Once he ‘died,’ there was usually a few weeks, even a few months, before the mention of the old cave started up again. People never wanted to go and loot a cave that a dragon ‘used’ to live in. They only wanted to go there after he showed his face again. And this time, he planned to keep a low profile for a much longer stretch of time than this one. He needed some time to just relax. Finally, the adventurers left. He waited for a few minutes after they left the cave, letting them get a good way further on before pulling himself out from behind the waterfall. “That’s the third group never to look back there. Adventurers these days…so sloppy.” He waved one forepaw towards the illusion of his bleeding body, sending it back to the ether where it belonged. The blood spatters, the claw marks on the walls, the various bits and pieces that had been hacked off the illusion; they were all gone, replaced by a simple cleanliness that he preferred. Teryx circled the room, drawing a few protective sigils with his tail into the rock beneath him. Water flowed out of the stone, creating a puddle, then a pool in the small crater in the center of the room. The feral dragon threw himself into it, letting the water rise over his sides and run up towards his head, giving him the comforting warmth of his personal element. Submerged once more, Teryx could feel the adventurers going down the slope of his mountain, heading down to the forest. They’d have an interesting time heading home, he was sure; the orb that they’d stolen was highly magical, a portion of his own power poured into solid form, and it would draw a number of enemies that were interested in that sort of power. Of course, if they could get here, they should be able to handle leaving. Should. The water dragon chuckled to himself. [i]I hope you saved some potions, adventurers. You’re going to need them.[/i] Thus satisfied, Teryx curled himself into a tighter and tighter ball in the water, his mane crackling against itself as he settled in, and soon there was no sign of a dragon at all, just bubbles coming from beneath the surface of the deep blue. # His peaceful dreams of ‘flying’ through the oceans of the world were disrupted with a powerful yank back to reality. Teryx gasped as the world seemed to explode about him, the waters of the world replaced by forests, dark and shadowy, and the air was filled with shouts of pain and anger and desperation. Spread out before him on the forest floor were two of the three adventurers that he had seen before, the orc and the rat clawed and bloody. All around were bestial things, gnolls and goblins and worse things that had come down from the mountains. Strangely, Teryx swore that he was looking at them through different eyes than his own. Yes, they had the same sort of glow that he always saw around living things, a link to the water that ran through their veins, but this was different. Like he was seeing them with eyes that weren’t used to it, that didn’t usually – And then he was carried forward, yanked from his perch on the branch, drawn down with a savagery and hate that he had never felt towards anyone before. Teryx was left gasping in shock as he watched ‘his’ arms shoot forward, slicing into the throats of goblin and furred gnoll, cutting through muscle and slicing through veins until blood showered the ground like a rainstorm showered a field. The blood showers were so violent and so spectacular that Teryx thought that he must still be in a dream, for he had not moved and struck and fought like this since he was a younger dragon. And as he ran from one target to another, whips of water rising from his arms and striking out at anything that tried to fight him, he could feel the joy and rush of a conflict, a fight, a struggle just to keep living. But there was so much wrong with it. So much wrong… The blood flowed around his arms, down his claws and along his muzzle as he darted in, biting like a true feral and dragon. He ripped out throats, tossed down bodies. He raised water from the earth, calling down the fury of the storm upon those that stood against him. Finally, the gnolls were fleeing, rushing away, and the goblins – those few that still lived – rushed towards the mountains from whence they came. Teryx watched them go, the urge of the old ferals buried deep inside of him struggling to come out. The urge to keep the fight going, to end the threat, had almost taken hold. But then…he turned away. Or rather, the body turned away. Teryx tried to keep going, to turn the body back to what his instincts begged him to do, but it didn’t work. All he could do was go along. The strange helplessness was…very new, very new indeed. He was turned towards the bodies on the ground, the orc and the rat. They were definitely the figures that had come to his cave and looted it, killing the illusion of himself, but they were damaged, badly damaged indeed. Once more, scaly arms stretched out in front of him, and Teryx realized something. They weren’t his forearms. They were scaled like his, and colored in the same way, but they weren’t the forearms of a feral dragon. They were the arms of a biped, someone that had taken the form of a dragon and kept his own body shape. The dragon was fascinated in one way, and annoyed in another. The fact that someone else had pulled him in, dragging him down into the mind of another and taking his power for their own, was something of an affront. [i]How?[/i] he wondered. The answer came quickly. The scaled arms pulled out the watery orb from the hoard, and Teryx groaned. [i]He’s channeling my power. But that shouldn’t be enough…[/i] Now that he was aware that he was in a different body, he could feel the presence of another mind surrounding his own. It was…different, he had to admit. Not quite a cage, but definitely a barrier against his own power coming free. He poked at it, mentally nudging at the walls that kept his personality away from the rest of the body, and found himself looking out at something that he didn’t expect. It was the weasel from before, the mage, but from inside, he could see so much else. He could see the history of the young mage, the long effort that the young man had put into learning his magic. He could see a number of lovers that had been charmed into the weasel’s bed and a great deal of books that were both bought and stolen to increase the mage’s power. He saw a name – Nievuhn – and more than anything else, he saw what the mage’s specialty was. Summoning. [i]That would do it…[/i] Teryx grumbled under his breath, shaking his head. [i]He didn’t just invoke my power, he summoned it. And now I’m stuck here until he’s done.[/i] At least the weasel wasn’t incompetent. He knew how to use the power of the orb, how to draw on it. But it was clear from what Teryx was seeing that he didn’t know just how the transformation had occurred. Nievuhn obviously saw it as a gift rather than as a symptom of a greater magic being used. Teryx bit his lips as he saw ‘his’ arms sweeping the orb about, gathering up its magic and dispensing it on the different adventurers on the ground. It was more than a little disconcerting to see the body he was in moving without his consent, and more than a little bit weird to see his power being used without him being the one to channel it. The feeling was…intense, like he was rendered completely helpless. There was a part of him that was strangely fascinated by the feeling. Fascinated…and a little aroused. Off in the distance, Teryx could feel his own body shifting in the watery pool that was his bed, his cock slowly sliding out and coming to bear against the water. He grumbled, wishing that he could wake up and tend to it, but there was no way to leave the mind of the weasel without being released, and that didn’t seem to be very likely for a while. Instead, he was forced to stare through Nievuhn’s eyes, made to watch as the weasel – now an anthro dragon – summoned the power of the watery orb for healing. Teryx could see some of the spells being woven, grumbling to himself at the crudity of it. They would work, certainly, but they lacked the artistic grace that a dragon such as himself should have been using. He reached out – “Nnngh…” And was promptly rebuffed. Despite being present in Nievuhn’s mind, he couldn’t take direct control. He was completely surrounded by the summoner’s magic and forced to obedience, forced to be a source of power more than anything else. Yet… He could see the mage’s hands hesitate, feel them shake, almost as if the mage realized that there was something else there. “What the hell…” The voice wasn’t quite his own, but nor was it the same voice of the mage in the cave. The body shifting must have done a number on the voice, deepening it and turning it into something more intimidating. The mage wasn’t willing to just let his friends lay there and bleed out for his fascination, though. He went to his knees, holding out the orb and whispering over it, calling out its power and laying its water over the fallen orc. As the wounds along the greenskin warrior healed, as the warrior was made whole once more, Teryx could feel the interest that the weasel had in the bigger guy. There was definitely an attraction there, an attraction that was filtering through back to him. Teryx growled, not wanting to think of such things, but there was little opportunity for him to defend himself against the fantasies of the summoner as they got stronger and stronger. Images of the orc warrior on top of him, feeling that big green cock sliding into a furred rump, slowly turned into images of the orc warrior fucking his scaly ass, of feeling that thick green meat parting his scaled cheeks and filling him to the brim. The former weasel was obviously enjoying his new body… Teryx was getting a bit hard himself, but it wasn’t what he wanted. He was a top, not a bottom. The only thing that made it okay was the fact that this was not his body. It was someone else borrowing some of his features, but it was not his body. It was someone else. Someone else getting these sorts of fantasies… That was okay, he decided. It was okay for something that wasn’t him to be pulled down to that lustful level. As long as it wasn’t him, as long as it wasn’t the feral body, they were completely fine. The orc stirred, groaning as he healed enough to open his eyes. “Wha…What the hell?” “It’s me,” Nievuhn said, and the feeling of someone else’s mouth moving while he was not the one talking hit Teryx like an avalanche. [i]Why the hell does that feel so…strangely good?[/i] he wondered, feeling his mouth moving but not being the one to do it. He was completely out of control, just along for the ride. He swore that there had been some sort of mirrored response back in his cave, his feral body moving in the same way, like the two bodies were linked. It was…rather intense. And rather fascinating. And rather arousing. “What do you mean, it’s you?” the orc asked. “I don’t know you!” “It’s me, Nievuhn. The magic transformed me.” “Well, certainly didn’t do you any favors.” A slight crushing hit spread through their link, the former weasel obviously a bit heartbroken about the way that the orc saw his new body. It seemed the mage was rather happy with it, eager to share it, but the scaly appearance was putting off the one that he wanted. Hmmph. Teryx wasn’t so keen on the orc anyway, but to look down on a body like this… Nievuhn looked down, and Teryx got a good eye-ful of himself. The sight of the anthro dragon’s body, muscled as well as he expected and showing off a good bit of cock due to the clothes-ripping that had probably happened during the transformation, was certainly a sight to behold. Anyone that could look at this and think that they didn’t want to have a bit of fun was someone that didn’t deserve the fun to begin with. Teryx hmphed again, shaking his head. Or, well, metaphorically doing so. There was no way for him to do it right then and there. The mage moved on to the other party member, healing the rat in silence as the orc muttered to himself in the background. Teryx, on the other hand, was still trying to figure out how he was going to get out of this guy’s head. The barrier was driving him nuts, now, and the helplessness, as arousing as it was, was starting to worry him. [i]If I’m stuck here until he releases the spell, how do I get out if he decides to keep hold of it?[/i] That was the biggest worry he had. After all, he was dealing with someone that hadn’t exactly shown a lot of good will towards dragons as a whole. Killing off his main body, using it as a pincushion in order to get to the treasure, that was definitely not a good start. Thankfully, the rat was a bit nicer, just accepting what had happened as part of the adventure. The two injured men told Nievuhn to take first watch, and then went to bed. [i]At least we can ignore them for a while,[/i] he thought as the weasel-turned-dragon sat back against a tree, looking from the party to the night sky. The stars burned up there, and Teryx immediately felt the limitations of being stuck inside of a two-legged thing. There was no way to escape, no way to take to the skies or the oceans or the rivers or the lakes, no way to just…just be one with something else. He was stuck as the power source inside of someone else’s head. The only thing that seemed to transfer from his side of the barrier was his own arousal. Soon enough, he could feel his summoner shifting from side to side, obviously discomfited by the growing need that was between his legs. Nievuhn grumbled under his breath, shifting from one position to another, putting his weight on one buttcheek, then the other as his cock continued to rise and grow, throbbing to a greater and greater size. Teryx rather liked the feeling, enjoying the slight revenge that he was getting on the mage for summoning him like this. He chuckled behind the barrier in the summoner’s head, focusing on his own libido. Yes, it was frustrating to feel his feral body all the way off in the distance getting hard, his own thick cock pressed against rock and mud in the cave so many miles away, but the way that his need was starting to tease the mage… Well, it was rather fun. Nievuhn blushed, the heated cheeks something of a new experience for Teryx, but he encouraged it, nudging the mage. [i]Doesn’t it feel good? Doesn’t it feel so good to be hard? Doesn’t it feel good to be throbbing and dripping?[/i] He had no idea if Nievuhn heard him, but the weasel groaned in frustration, sitting on his hands as he leaned back against the tree a bit more. The naked mage’s legs were spread, and every time they looked down, Teryx had a perfect view of the throbbing cock begging for release. “Ugh…I guess there’s downsides to this form after all,” the mage muttered. [i]More than you know. You think this is hard? You think this is horny? Think about how you’re going to feel when my body doesn’t get to cum for days, and days, and days. Think about how you’re going to be dripping non-stop when my body can’t get off but yours can. Every orgasm nothing but a half-measure against the need that’s building up, never enough to actually get you off.[/i] There was still no sign whether his words were the thing that was turning the mage on so much or whether it was just the raw libido pouring between the pair of them, but the bouncing, twitching cock between Nievuhn’s legs was still fun to watch. Teryx chuckled despite himself, feeling his own arousal growing at the teasing that he was giving the other man. It took Nievuhn a very long time to fall asleep with all the need down there, but eventually, the mage did. As his eyes closed, Teryx leaned against the barrier…and pushed through. The water dragon was so surprised at the sudden turn of events that he almost pushed the mage’s body forward, almost pitched them into the ground, but he managed to catch himself at the last minute. Feeling like he was sliding his forelegs into Nievuhn’s arms the way that a human might put on a jacket, the feral dragon ‘got up’ and walked his new body around a little bit. It was a different feeling to pilot a body that was so strange and alien to his own. Walking on two legs felt strange without the other two to balance him out, though the thicker – proportionally – tail sticking out helped a fair bit. He was able to keep moving, though he swayed from side to side and often had to lean on a tree for full balance. Little by little, he made his way through the forest to a standing pool of water, and finally, he looked down at himself. He looked very similar to his true form, at least in terms of color. He still had a dark blue set of scales along the top of his head, his back and his arms, with a lighter blue along his belly and sides and inner parts of his limbs. His tail was long, his face proud and regal, and his cock… He looked down at it, giving it a good, firm grip. His cock was big, firm, and very, very drippy. He groaned as he gave it a few squeezes, enjoying the feeling that it returned to him. “Yes…very good.” He squeezed it again, groaning as he felt his flow of pre swell, more of it rushing forward and dripping into the grass. The dragon sat down, knowing that the mage was probably feeling this in his dreams, likely feeling them turn very dirty in response to what was happening to his body. Good. That was part of the fun. That was part of being in control. He growled under his breath as he used this other body, enjoying the feeling of the heavy shaft in his hand, feeling it throbbing and bouncing in a way that he couldn’t really do in feral form. Lacking hands, he couldn’t do much to his own dick, and was more used to the oral pleasure that he could give himself. This…this was different. Not better, but very different, and that made it interesting. Teryx leaned his new body back, feeling his tail sprawl out before him. He ran his hand down his chest, over his cock and balls, even so far around as towards his rump. Nothing had ever penetrated him down there in feral form, but this one seemed a bit more…inviting. Not entirely corrupted or addicted, but more inviting, as if it had been crafted with the idea that its owner might enjoy something under its tail. That was something that Teryx himself would never do, of course, but he had to admit that some of the ideas that had come from Nievuhn’s fantasies had…tickled his fancy, so to speak. Of course, he wouldn’t allow someone to just…slam in. That would be disrespecting himself as a dragon. Even this bipedal one deserved more respect than that. [i]But the curiosity…I admit…is tempting…[/i] The dragon stood up and turned around, looking at his backside in the watery pool. It was definitely a feature, one that he would have been tempted to rut if he had been back in his feral form. The rump was muscular, rounded in a way that showed off the strength of it as much as the shape and size. He ran a hand down along the cheek, pulling it apart. [i]At least the slutty mage’s fantasies aren’t reflected there,[/i] he thought, looking at the tight pink pucker between the cheeks. [i]No use there yet.[/i] Though if he remained in this body, he was sure that the mage would find some way to use it to get the attention of the orc. There was enough interest there to make Teryx gag a little bit. Such things were beneath dignity. That said… He ran a finger down over his pucker, teasing it with a claw for a few seconds before pulling his hand back. [i]No, no, not something worth doing at the moment,[/i] he thought. But there were other things that he could enjoy. He slowly spun around, letting the water reflect his body. Much as it was stuck in two-legged form, there was a great deal to enjoy. The muscles that had obviously improved the weasel’s physique were one such thing, as were his heavy balls and heavy cock. Such a body would not have been out of place among the soldiers that he had seen in the lower lands, and he would have probably been among the fittest of them. A pity that this body was so far away. He might have enjoyed using it for his own satisfaction. [i]Heh, a bit narcissistic, perhaps, but I am a dragon. I’m allowed.[/i] Still, the idea of bringing the mage back to his cave started to settle into his head. It would be interesting to see what sort of pleasure he might give to himself with a different body. Yes, the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. Having a two-legged servant that could be directed exactly as he wished would certainly be a different sort of experience, one that would surpass most of the things that he summoned for his pleasure. After all, he knew his own needs better than anyone. Using the body of another would allow him to experience that pleasure in an entirely different way. The one downside, of course, was the fact that the mage might wake up. Even now, he could feel that his control over the body was tenuous, something that had happened almost by accident as Nievuhn had slipped off to dreamland. If he was to be woken up now, if one of the weasel’s party members were to come around and shake him a few times, there was every likelihood that the mage would take control of his body again and go back to doing what he was supposed to be doing. And if that happened partway to the cave, or worse, in the cave… Teryx didn’t know what would happen if a summoner holding his power tried to use it against the source of said power. Perhaps there would be a feedback loop that would break the summoning, but more likely, he would be helpless against the attack, his body unable to defend itself. The summoner would be able to kill him, and likely would out of fear, if nothing else. [i]Hmmm, a conundrum…[/i] But it was one that he would have to solve another time. He had been dealing with his own persistent arousal for far too long, and he wasn’t going to delay his gratification any longer. Teryx turned to face himself in the watery pool properly again, using his magic to summon some of the water in tentacle form for him. They came together, meeting at crotch-height over the water, and they formed a tunnel of writhing liquid for him. The dragon had used this spell many times when mates were in short supply, and it was always one that had given him a great deal of fun. The dragon pushed forward, sinking his cock into the water. At first, it was quite cold, almost enough to make him soften, but it rapidly warmed to his own body temperature. The water turned and spun around his cock, almost like a whirlpool, but with little lumps and bumps of texture that made it much more pleasurable, like a rampant blowjob mixed with a tight little hole. He growled as he started humping forward, sinking his cock into the artificial tube again and again. The water frothed from its rapid motions, sucking at his cock, pulling it deeper, giving him all the pleasure that he craved. In and out, in and out it went, the water stroking along the sides of his cock, the tendrils of the little pool rising to rub and nudge his balls, as well. Teryx growled, looking down at himself. He saw not a powerful dragon, but a horny one, a humping, slightly silly creature. If it had been his own face that looked like that, if it had been his real body making that expression, he would have been embarrassed. As it was…well, this was rather hot. [i]Mmm, I bet he’d look like this if he were being fucked, too,[/i] he thought as he humped the water tube. [i]I bet he’d just that sort of creature, unable to help himself, always thinking more about his own pleasure than anything else…[/i] He didn’t know whether it was true or not. His connection with Nievuhn only allowed him to see the basest of fantasies that came through the mage’s head, not his true connections with others, or much of his memories. They were shadows, figments, little more than small details that he could occasionally guess around. But he liked the idea of his host being a slutty thing, someone that he could encourage to do more naughty things, someone that needed to have a dragon in charge to put him to proper use. Yes, that last one felt particularly good. Teryx groaned as he thrust back and forth, back and forth. His feral form’s cock was hard as a rock far away, needing attention as well, but this…this was so good. It was so different to stand on two legs and fuck something, to have that cock tended to, to use it this way. He growled under his breath again, humping harder, faster, using the water tunnel. Every time he pulled back, the tube of water stretched out, showing just how much pre he had oozed into it, how much he had marked it. Every time he slammed in, he could see the various tendrils in the water tube rubbing and squeezing his cock, doing their best to get him off. In and out, in and out, in and out. And through it all, he couldn’t stop watching his own reflection, couldn’t stop staring at the image of the two-legged dragon looking back at him. A horny, eager thing, wanting to serve the needs of a bigger dragon. Even though Nievuhn had summoned and channeled his power, there was no way that the summoner knew what he had gotten into. [i]You will be mine. I will fix this so I can enjoy it properly, and then you will be mine.[/i] Teryx couldn’t hold out much longer. The slippery, warm, high-pressure water on all sides of his cock was driving him over the edge. With one more groan, he slammed forward, burying his cock in the water tube…and came. The sudden eruption of seed was far stronger than he expected, blasting the clear water to white, turning it into a creamy goo around his cock as the high-pressure jets swirled it all around his shaft. Teryx threw back his head and roared like a true dragon as he came, every single pulse and push of the muscles down there too strong to ignore, every jet of seed shooting out of his cock a treasure for him to savor. He slowly fell back, feeling Nievuhn rushing forward again… # And gasped as he wrenched his head from the water of his own pool. The feral dragon coughed, sputtering, realizing that he had been drinking down the water in slow pants while he had been sleeping. Rolling onto his side as he felt the sheer levels of discomfort beneath him, Teryx looked down at his cock. It was just as hard as he remembered it feeling when he had been connected to Nievuhn, still throbbing hard and begging for attention. He’d assumed that since he wasn’t in his body that he wouldn’t cum from the mage hitting his climax, but he was wrong. The remaining water in the pool had been utterly tainted by the amount of seed that he’d let loose. It looked like an explosion of white had gone off in the water, soaking everything and tainting everything. Teryx groaned, slowly dragging himself from the pool and draining it away, calling down more water to take its place. It took four good washings to get rid of it, but that was fine. He was rather awake now, anyway. After all, he had a new toy to figure out. [i]He summoned me with the orb. That means that he has a way of integrating my power with his mind,[/i] he thought as he washed out his pool-bed. [i]But that just means that he’s got a slot for me in there…if I can alter his mind…[/i] Yes, that would be easy enough. A dragon’s power did not reside merely in their element, after all. A dragon was a creature of ancient times, a primal thing that had come long before the two-legged creatures that now believed they ruled the world. It was a simple thing for a mind so ancient as his to reach out and do what it willed to the mind of another. All he needed was the weasel in front of him. As soon as he had that, everything could be handled. [i]Tomorrow,[/i] he decided as he slipped back into the water. [i]Tomorrow.[/i] And tomorrow, that throbbing need in his cock could be satisfied properly. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]